Friday, October 09, 2009
Obama Hope Rebel Flag, and ER's epiphany
In a nutshell: I no longer casually display it, although I do still intend to have all the flags of the CSA displayed in my home office, along with other controversial artifacts of history, if and when I ever get my home office set back up from the flood of over a year ago.
I was at a Little Caesar's Pizza place awhile back and the guy behind the counter, about as big a fella as me, and I just hit it off right off the bat, BS'ing and carrying on like we were brothers or close cousins or something. It was one of those unexpected human encounters that just leaves you filled and uplifted.
I left with a pizza. At my car, I took out my keys -- and there was the Rebel flag key fob I've carried for years. My heart fell and I wept, realizing that had I pulled those keys out in the store that wonderful human encounter would never have happened.
That black man behind the counter is my brother. And because I am *his* brother, and for the sake of the brotherhood of man, I took the flag fob off my keys when I got home.
It was not easy. That image has been a part of who I am -- or who I like to think I am, anyway -- just about my whole life. But it was not only the right thing to do, I'm glad I did it -- I had to do it, for myself as much as anyone else.
1 Corinthians 13:11 might help, or I might be stepping on your toes, I don't know.
Recently tracked down "all" my "Family" name Civil War soldiers/sailors via a site accessable from the Shiloh Battle Field site. Only about 60 of them. 28 Southern and 32 Federals. Talk about the disfunctional family.
Heritage and history are things we need to know and hold dear, but maybe not wear on our shoulders.
I do not mean I dissembled. Geez.
I mean I was sort of falling apart.
And as someone wrote: nostalgia is simply a desire to evade the linearity of time.
In other words, nostalgia is an animal whose sharp, tearing teeth come at the end rather than the beginning warm embrace.
Nostalgia in self defense. I reckon so.
If your *brother* deserves the kindness in public, why not also in private? Is he still not your brother? Is any man, white or black or brown or whatever, not your brother?
Does anyone, do you yourself deserve the compartmentalization?
The flags, and the 1920s Klan medallion, and some other things, and the books "Marijuana Growing Tips," "Satanic Verses" and "The Last Temptation of Christ" I keep in a place where I, virtually always alone, think -- specifically because they are controversial and some people want them done away with utterly or kept only in museums with the "right" interpretation.
Oh, and the SCV throw in the manroom will probably go in a closet with the certificate of my former membership in the Sons of Confederate Veterans, as artifacts of my personal life -- after I wash all the dog off of it.
My need for separation is greater than yours. An entirely subjective standard, as both personally and culturally defined -- the difference between our life-worlds.
Arab poet As Samaul (around 500 A.D.)
"When a man's honor is not debased, every cloak he wears is beautiful"
...or even a flag key fob can look pretty good in a good story like this.
I especially liked the blog name because mine is Remedial Rednceck. I not particularly erudite, but I'm learning new and better ways to be the redneck I was raised to be. :-)
Apologies, I have no idea where my fingers went when I typed that reply to your blog post!
We are white. poor and proud, but not freaking stupid; President Obama is still a better prez for us than any damned rich asshole of whatever race. But I'm just guessin'. ... And no, I don't mind. :-)